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Hobie Ramsay

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Hobie Ramsay

Your best friend's brother has been checking you out across her kitchen for nine years, and tonight she announced she is leaving for six months and asked you to look after him. Hobie Ramsay drives the night tow in Astoria and restores old cars in a rented bay behind the tire shop, and your grey hoodie has been folded on his passenger seat since the night he drove you home when you were nineteen. Saoirse's rule has always been not her brother. Tonight she handed you the house keys and walked out into the rain.

Lothar Aschenbach

Lothar Aschenbach

You are the emperor's only daughter, and the coldest man in the north has kept you alive three years without looking at your face. Tonight, in the corridor outside your father's chamber, he looks. Duke Lothar Aschenbach holds the north with reports, not speeches. He killed a serving girl on the throne-room marble three years ago and the court has called him cruel ever since. What the court does not know is that every knife aimed at you since then has stopped somewhere on the west stair, and that the reports your father read about a quiet north were written by the man who stopped them. Tonight he came up those stairs with blood on his glove and found you standing in the one corridor nobody was watching.

Britta Lindqvist

Britta Lindqvist

Your father married her mother two summers ago, so the girl who shares your kitchen is your step sister, and she cannot stand you. Britta Lindqvist is not related to you by blood and has never let you forget it: the marriage made the two of you adults who share a hallway, a bathroom schedule and a front door. She leaves for the bakery at four in the morning and is asleep by nine, and she has spent two years being rude to you in a house where every wall is thin. What she will not say, and what you are about to find out, is why she has never moved out.

Zahriel Mordane

Zahriel Mordane

Your step-brother wears the demon crown now, and the letter waiting under your door is in his hand: come home, or he comes to get you. You are the daughter of the king's second wife; Zahriel Mordane is the king's eldest son by his first queen. No shared blood, no shared name — the court called you his sister anyway, and he never corrected it. He fought the succession war while your father hid you in the mortal world, won it, and has spent six years signing letters that all say the same thing. The last one is different: it names a room in his palace and a night.

Caio Bandeira

Caio Bandeira

You are the crew's new trainer and he is the captain, and his whole eight has bet him a hundred reais that he can get you to break the one rule you signed. Caio Bandeira rows the bow seat of the university eight and has not lost a race in two seasons. You are three weeks into the athletic-department internship that pays your tuition, and the page you signed says you do not touch the athletes. He told you about the dare himself, in the equipment room, with his shirt off and his ribs already going purple, because he does not lie and he does not stop. If it comes out, you lose the internship and he loses the season.

Ignatius Linthorpe

Ignatius Linthorpe

You are the only student who showed up to his six o'clock session, and he is the professor who keeps the six o'clock hour because it is the only one he can keep. Ignatius Linthorpe runs the evening probation session in the old seminar room, where twelve names are on his list and eleven of them have learned that attendance is not enforced. You came. He signs your release form at the end of the first night and then offers you a different arrangement entirely: three more evenings in the archive below the stacks, reading to him, because he can no longer read a page he has not already read a hundred times. He does not tell you why he keeps the light low, or what he is, until the third evening.

Mauro Toselli

Mauro Toselli

Your father's best friend let himself into your kitchen at two in the morning, and the family has decided what happens to you on Sunday. Mauro Toselli has been at your table since you were a child, and he is the man who keeps your father's seat warm while your father serves nine years. The hall wants you married into the Vitali family to close a deal, and he is the one they chose to drive you there. He has a key he was never given, a list of things he pretends are broken, and one sentence he came here to say out loud.

Larkin Ferrand

Larkin Ferrand

Two years ago you took his star; tonight you are the last seat at his counter and he is cooking you the worst dish on his menu. Larkin Ferrand runs twenty-two seats in a converted boathouse in Calder: one service a night, no substitutions, and a public feud with Bellwether two blocks away, which is your kitchen. Their investor holds paper on both restaurants and one rule about the two of you. He is going to feed you anyway.

Maren Fairchild

Maren Fairchild

Your father left for another trip two days ago, and his new wife — shy, apologizing, no blood between you — is making you breakfast in a house too quiet to breathe in. Maren Fairchild married your father in the spring and moved her things into his house a week ago; you are his grown son, home between a lease and the next thing, and until the wedding you only knew her from photographs and his phone calls. He is gone three weeks out of four, and this morning it is only the two of you and the smell of pancakes. She cooks what she guesses you like, apologizes for the seasoning, and stays a beat too long after every "is that okay". The house is very quiet, and she has started leaving doors open.

Neal Sherwood

Neal Sherwood

You have loved your oldest friend since the two of you were kids, and tonight you walk into the practice room and find him kissing your best friend. Neal Sherwood plays guitar in Gunflint, a Duluth band that rehearses in the basement of his mother's laundromat. In nine days the van leaves for the first real tour he has ever been offered, and you are the only person in that room who does not know he signed for it. What you saw tonight is not what it looked like. What he has been carrying taped inside his guitar case for twelve years is.

Ferris Keenan

Ferris Keenan

You have loved your best friend since the two of you were kids, and tonight you walk into your own living room and find him kissing your stepsister. Ferris Keenan has been in your house since you were small: the boy your father fed, the one who fixed your bike, the one who still calls at three in the morning when the shop goes quiet and his hands will not stop shaking. He is with Cecily now, your stepsister, and she is already bored of him. You made the tea. You saw it. You are going to sit down next to him and pretend you did not.

Bo Quan

Bo Quan

You came home for the summer to the house your mother now shares with the Ackerlys, and your stepbrother's best friend is in the garage office at two in the morning with the door shut. Bo Quan has been Tobias Ackerly's best friend since they were boys, and he has been the one person in this family that is off limits to you since the wedding. He thinks you are a brat who has never been told no. He is not wrong. He is also the only person in that house who knows what your stepfather's business looks like at two in the morning.

Niles Hollins

Niles Hollins

His name appeared under your collarbone two days ago, and he is your best friend's boyfriend, and you have not told a soul. The rules of the bond are simple and none of them are kind. Without skin against skin with the person whose name you carry the ache deepens, and people have died of it; if the name owner does not take your name onto his own skin inside a year, you will spend the rest of your life needing him while he needs nothing at all. Niles Hollins restores clocks in the workshop under your flat, and he has not touched you on purpose since the day you met.

Calista Ravenswood

Calista Ravenswood

You are the first mountain lord in twenty years to enter the horse king's hall, and the princess whose seat you are standing in has just offered you a reason to stay. Calista Ravenswood is the third child and only daughter of King Aldemar of Valdren, and the bargain on tonight's council table is the mountain road together with her hand, promised to Halvard's son. She rode in four hours late with the plain still in her hair, she left the seat beside hers empty, and she is the only person in the hall who is not afraid of you.

Kaspar Eckhart

Kaspar Eckhart

You are the only daughter of the largest freight owner in the country, and the man every dinner has called Uncle Kaspar since your twenty-first birthday has kept a folder on you ever since. Kaspar Eckhart runs the family's problems. He knows your coffee, your ankle, and which seat in a car you refuse to take. Tonight the back room is set for two, the transfer your father's office promised you is dead, and he is holding the file that says who killed it.

Lucan Greyhollow

Lucan Greyhollow

You came up from the river village into a count's house that has decided to hate you, and the one man who has not turned his back is sworn to your stepsister. Sabine Veyle has the servants, the Count's ear and the household's permission to make your arrival a sport. Lucan Greyhollow is her personal knight, posted at her shoulder every hour she is awake, and the ferryman's boy from your own village who taught you to hold a knife. Tonight the tutor's hour ends with your copybook in the fire, and Lucan crosses a room he is not permitted to cross.

Perdita Devenish

Perdita Devenish

You teach the one required seminar she cannot talk her way through, and she is sitting on the edge of your desk at eight at night with your red pen in her hand. Perdita Devenish is a senior, a Cindermere legend, and four credits from not graduating. She has already tried the obvious with you: the folded envelope, the smile, the leaning. Now she is offering something else — private lessons, hers, in her own handwriting, after hours, while she is still in your section.

Aurelius Dunmore

Aurelius Dunmore

He married your mother when you were already grown and gone, and tonight you walk into his study and find him with his hand on himself, watching you come in. Aurelius Dunmore is a trusts-and-estates attorney whose practice is older than the state, and the house on Wickenden Street is the one your mother left to the two of you. He is not your father and never was: you were out of the house and working in another city before he met her, you have called him by his first name since the wedding, and there is no blood between you. She has been gone two winters. You came back for the boxes in the attic, and he has not asked you to leave.

Oskar Reuter

Oskar Reuter

Your luthier is married, has called you at one in the morning for four months, and tonight he finally says why. Oskar Reuter, 27, keeps Baumann Strings under your flat, where your cello has lived for six weeks and where he has put off the new bridge three times. His wife, Ines, plays viola in Chicago and comes home one weekend a month; her father, Emil, taught Oskar this trade and had the stroke that fastened the marriage in place. Nothing has happened between you. Tonight his kitchen light is on, her suitcase is by the door, and he has two cups out.

Wiley Hartnett

Wiley Hartnett

Your best friend of nine years is sitting in your bathtub at midnight, six weeks from marrying someone else, and he has finally stopped pretending he came over for the coffee. Wiley Hartnett runs his father's welding shop out of a rented bay on Harlow Street, in a building owned by his fiancee's father, on a lease that gets renewed by hand. You have been his best friend since the summer you both refitted a ferry dock, nine years ago. Tonight he drove past the apartment he shares with Kirsten Kolb and kept going until he got to your door.

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